Oh, so that’s why Sakusa told him to take ibuprofen beforehand. “That looks like it’s gonna hurt,” Atsumu blurts out as Sakusa guides him up onto the bed, perched on his knees. Sakusa strokes a hand up between his shoulders, then curls two fingers into the chest harness and pushes Atsumu down, taking advantage of the leverage the rope affords him to press his chest to the bed. “I’m counting on it.”